You might be a broke college kid if…

Today I had a “I shouldn’t be broke enough to know that” moment and it made me think of all of the other similar moments I have had since I have been living on my own. Therefore, I have created my own little spin-off of Jeff Foxworthy’s oh-so-famous “you might be a redneck” jokes. If you can relate to any of these, you might be a broke college kid, or at least at one point in life you were. 

You might be a broke college kid if:

  • You know exactly how far you can drive after your gas light comes on
  • You have ever used Taco Bell hot sauce to make Raamen Noodles better
  • You have ever survived a day or two on nothing but old popcorn and peanut butter
  • You know exactly how much the cheapest meal in town is because you have dug exact change out of your car multiple times
  • You have abandoned your resolve of never using public transportation because the campus bus is free
  • You accept any free food, no matter what it is
  • The majority of your wardrobe consists of t-shirts that you got for free at campus events
  • You have ever sold your blood*
  • You feel rich if you find a five dollar bill
  • Freezer burn doesn’t bother you
  • You have ever had to decide whether food or a prescription is more important
  • You plan your day around Sonic’s happy hour
  • You started working at a restaurant just for the free food

Honestly, this is a very minimal list. But, I think I have hit the high points of being broke. It makes it tough sometimes, but I always make it through my super broke times, and salvation always comes just as I am getting desperate, usually in the form of payday or birthday/Christmas cards. It also helps to know that I am working hard towards a degree so that hopefully one day I won’t have to worry about these things and will maybe be able to have a real supper every now and again.

*This is the only item on this list that does not apply to me personally, although I have considered it many times and only opted out because of my irrational fear of needles.


Confessions of a Pinterest addict

I remember the first time I heard about Pinterest. It was about a month into freshman year at an Ag Ambassadors get-to-know-you social. Our advisor and one of the older members were talking about this awesome new website with all kinds of ideas for food and crafts and everything else under the sun. Of course, I had to go home and check it out, and I put my name on the waiting list for an account that night.

This was the most amazing thing that I have ever experienced. I felt like a kid in a candy store looking at all of the pins, and I’m pretty sure that not a day has passed since then that I haven’t spent a while browsing Pinterest.

Confession #1: I’m not actually an addict. Well, not when you compare my profile to that of many others. I don’t have a ton of pins or boards either one when you put it beside some people who have 20,000 pins. But I think it’s just because I only pin things that I think are truly impressive or funny or possible for me to accomplish. Otherwise, I just arbitrarily browse. And sometimes instead of pinning something, I will just screenshot it on my phone or write it down instead. I feel like that defeats the purpose of having a profile, but I do strange things sometimes. If you ask a couple of my friends, they will say that I am on Pinterest more than anyone they know. Maybe that’s true; maybe not. I do know, however, that Pinterest is definitely a broke college kid’s best friend.

Confession #2: I use Pinterest as a way to window shop without having to use the gas to go to the store. Who doesn’t love window shopping? I know that it’s one of my favorite things to do, especially since I have more of a Goodwill or Savers type budget. The problem is, I don’t exactly have the gas money to go to the store all the time. Enter my online mecca of clothes, crafts and home décor. I know that I will never have about 98 percent of the things I pin, but it’s fun to dream. My Pinterest home is beautiful, my Pinterest closet is full of super cute clothes and shoes, and my Pinterest craft room has everything one could ever need. However, I can’t tell you how excited I get when I already have the supplies to finish a craft, the pieces to create an outfit or the hidden ability to reproduce a hairstyle. It’s also pretty exciting when I find something at the thrift shop that is similar to what I’ve pinned.

Confession #3: I get most of my jokes from Pinterest. I have spent many hours scrolling through the humor section, and I have never been disappointed by what it has to offer. I love ecards almost as much as I love Bitsy, and that’s a lot. When I say I have one for every situation saved to my phone’s camera roll, I’m not joking. Just about everything that pops up on iFunny, I have already seen on Pinterest, so that app isn’t very entertaining for me.

I could honestly go on and on about how much I love Pinterest, but that would probably not be very interesting to read. Just know that it is one of the most constant things in my life. It never lets me down, never makes me cry. Pinterest understands and that’s why it’s one of my best friends.

^I wasn’t kidding about having an ecard for every situation on my phone…this was one of the first ones I came across just now.


While I was trying to figure out what to write about in my first ever blog post, something in me decided to examine Bitsy’s teeth. I noticed that there was some gross stuff in between some of them, so I decided to floss my 5 pound dachshund’s teeth for her.

I don’t know how often people floss their dogs teeth or if it should ever be done or if it is even safe, but this is the first time that I have ever done it myself. I should have known that it wouldn’t be the simplest of tasks, but I’m not going to just let it be. So, I got a little bit of floss, sat down on my bed and called Bitsy to me. Not knowing what she was about to go through, she hopped into my lap, as excited as ever. I flipped her over and opened up her mouth- and that was when she realized that I had decided to torture her tonight. I’m just going to throw it out there that I am so glad that I didn’t try to do this to a big dog because her tiny, deformed jaw was difficult enough to hold open, especially when she decided to try to clamp down, which proved to be rather painful. After a lot of coaxing, fussing and prying, I finally got the gross stuff out of my baby’s mouth and let her go. Now she has been pouting on the floor and doesn’t seem to want to cuddle like she normally does.

It’s crazy how something like flossing my dog’s teeth could make me think about how life has been going the last few months. I’ve been trying to get the gunk out of my life and it has definitely taken a lot of prying and coaxing, along with the occasional near-breakdown. With the difficulties that life can sometimes bring, you just have to hold out and get through it, and watch out that you don’t get “bitten” along the way. Eventually, the “gross stuff” will go away.

In no longer than it took me to type that last paragraph, Bitsy got over her hurt pride and is back in my lap where she belongs. On a side note, if you ever decide to venture into DIY canine dentistry, I would suggest having a helper to hold the dog’s mouth open.